Poems describing autumn (14 articles)

In study, work and even life, everyone must be exposed to some familiar poems. The rhythm of the poems is clear and orderly, and the sounds are homophonic. beautiful. Do you know what kind of poetry is considered good poetry? The following is a collection of poems describing autumn that I have collected. I hope it will be helpful to everyone.

Poems describing autumn 1

A Mid-Autumn Night's Dream

Like a charming dream, the autumn night sky floats by golden moon. Let the lonely travelers at the end of the world also see the smiling faces of their families reunited. May I ask, Full Moon

Can you send my blessings to my relatives?

What beautiful feelings I had

The autumn of yearning for you grows from lack to surplus every month

Step by step until it is complete

The same is true for the maturity of thought

After ups and downs, a diamond finally shows its beauty and hardness

Those dazzling golden fragments and brilliant autumn chrysanthemums

In the frost with changeable postures

Enriching our lives makes me

Whether to wake up in the laziness and tiredness

Are you wasting your precious life?

I cherish every fruitful day

They are the solid cornerstone of my life

On this stone I am like a clumsy Craftsmen

They become the gems of poetry. Poems describing autumn 2

Just bow your head and say goodbye,

There is nothing in the world that can really turn back.

Where is the river?

Just like the grassland in autumn.

Let us wither and wither together,

Let us also meet.

We promise to forget each other,

Only the wild wind never stops.

Always anxious in the forest,

Next to the mountain road, at strange street corners,

Swept across my mottled heart.

Sweep those things that are falling one after another,

Memories like autumn leaves. Poems describing autumn 3

I really want to stop my hurried pace,

sort out my colorful thoughts,

let my dreams warm again,

Let your heart set sail again.

The road is already halfway gone.

All the words have been said.

The words don’t count.

How can the road be abandoned halfway? .

In fact, I am not afraid of loneliness,

I am not afraid of risks,

It is just a long night,

The drizzle always beats me sleeplessly.

Life is an unknown journey,

Many times the journey is windy and rainy,

It is not for the beautiful scenery along the way,

Life just requires courage to move forward.

Eager to be accompanied by others,

Eager to walk with others,

Along the way,

I have long forgotten the bitterness and tears.

We can’t stop for the time being,

We must continue to move forward firmly,

Ignore the sadness of fallen leaves in autumn,

Just Think of the proud fragrance of plum blossoms in the ice and snow.

Wipe away the tears and raise your head,

Grit your teeth and be cruel,

Cut off all the troubled love threads,

Continue to journey for love and Travel far.

Poems describing autumn 4

Get used to cooking porridge for a letter in one way

Along the same direction at different hours

Open or Close, but the distance is @ in the same domain name

And you are the only one I lock in

Sometimes I want to cook a dish without a drop of oil

Original juice The peach blossoms mixed with the rain of March

I wonder if this can be regarded as a kind of knife technique

I tried it on the balcony in September

Instead of the season It's pomegranate with a little ice

I also want to pack it and send it, but I'm afraid the envelope will get soaked

Left behind in the world of mortals

If a rainbow rises in the sky, who will Can you capture the halo?

Has that halo crossed the boundary to your forbidden area?

It is held between a wall and a layer of clouds

Maybe you They are all laughing behind the dark clouds

And on the other hand, they gave me lightning-like fire

I will not talk about the details of the rain and the leaking umbrella

The sun shines for a whole season just because of that wet skirt

Autumn is here now, is the wind blowing fire?

Can I imagine it to be your world? There is a desire for me

Returning to the temperature starting from zero

Before a winter snow is coming, frying

Two leaves in autumn Poems about Autumn 5

Where is Autumn

Where is Autumn?

In the woods,

The hair of the small trees is golden,

The autumn is hidden in the small trees.

Where is autumn?

In that soil,

The slopes of the land are covered with golden clothes,

Autumn lies in the soil.

Where is autumn?

In the rice fields,

The rice sea is churning with golden waves,

Autumn lies in the rice fields.

Where is autumn?

The chrysanthemums are in full bloom,

That’s the autumn girl’s dress!

The white clouds are floating here and there,

That must be Miss Qiu’s straw hat!

The maple tree waves to us,

That must be the messenger sent by Miss Qiu!

Where is autumn?

Dancing on the kite,

Singing in the fields,

Sleeping among the sweet-scented osmanthus.

Autumn is here,

She quietly, quietly,

came to us. Poems about autumn 6

The autumn wind has a naughty heart

The autumn wind has a naughty heart,

He took advantage of the Four Seasons Fairy not paying attention,

Quietly

ran out.

He stopped on a tree,

Trying to remember,

The spell taught to him by the Fairy of the Four Seasons,

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The enchanted leaf,

put on a new set of clothes,

was spinning and flying happily.

He stopped on the clouds,

Wanted to weave a beautiful dress for the clouds'

So,

That cotton-like dress His face was stained with a warm red rhyme.

He stopped on a petal,

Wanted to sing a lullaby to the flower's stamen,

but accidentally hurt the flower's eyes,

Provoke

The clear lotus in sleep,

A drop of it comes out,

Mixed with the dew that smells of green grass.

Poems about autumn 7

Like this autumn

Like this autumn morning

I have been with countless autumn mornings

Walking through the forest covered with fallen leaves

The pigeon whistle calmly crossed the sky above my head

The leaves lay quietly on the ground

Waiting My eyes focus on them

When I see them

The sun is also shining on them

Making their withered hearts the color of gold

Like this autumn noon

I have no joy and no pain

Walking alone through the mature land

Waves of thoughts also surge from time to time

Follow the passage of time

Push some shining pearl oysters ashore

Open them and find the treasure

And How difficult it is to tell them

Like this autumn dusk, I calm down

Carefully observe the innocent smiling face of the newborn baby

It is like listening to the music of moonlight The harp of the sun

Then I took my wine and the polychord of my thoughts

and walked onto the streets of the city

Counting those who guarded the city 'Trees

The lamps that light up the streets describe autumn poems 8

The lines are revealed by the expression of the water before it dries up

You also appear at the window, The waterfowl flew up the mountain

But my descendants have not yet appeared in you

The waterfowl walked up the cave and were stopped by my long river

I was so blocked After another star divination

The big house is covered with sparse thatch

During the day, you can see stars as small as fingers

The yellow dog peeks into the gap , I am no longer inside

I dare not stay in other people’s hotels on such a journey

Frost stains on Banqiao, I am as polite as a jade pendant

I bear this The sighs and smiles of someone in the past

In this way, I reflect my descendants in you Poems about autumn 9

"Letter from Autumn"

Wutong

A yellow leaf fell from the tree,

Slowly falling to the ground.

The wild chrysanthemums on the roadside

smile,

The crickets in the grass

pluck the strings,

A flock of wild geese flew over...

Ah! A yellow leaf,

It is from autumn

Gold letterhead.

Poems about autumn 10

The thing we hunt is just ourselves

Birds are the neighbors of the air, from the south of the Yangtze River

A gunshot may interrupt us Meng floods

May ruin the spring tide, the river merchant's wife

Her gaze may also include you

Your daughters may be her sobbing belt< /p>

Hills are also included, and white rabbits often get lost

Ten years ago you chased them, and ten years later you are chased

Because the moon is high A mirror hanging to the south

Flowers follow the prey without distinguishing between east and west

If you turn your palm and lose a country, you can’t brush away the fallen flowers

A quiet kiss may cast a net to catch a lake of goldfish

Including you, the caressed body cannot escape Poems about autumn 11

The heart of autumn is pouring in the rain

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Overflowing the embankment of the sea

Putting the deep-rooted longings

into the strings with brocade

On the windy and rainy road of the mortal world

Sing quietly thousands of times

Love is just a show

Endless expectations

Waiting for the spring breeze

Blowing green on the waterfront in the south of the Yangtze River

Waiting for the maple leaves

Dyeing the mountains and rivers in the north red

Waiting for the butterfly to return as soon as possible

The smiling face of a flower blooming

The smile in a dream is like a flower

Waking up is just another tear of autumn rain

The past is as deep as Staring eyes

Stranded at the end of the world, boundless at the end of the sea

Let care wander freely in my heart

Even though the scars of the years will eventually scab

The old age that still blocks the heart

The haunting dreams of this life cannot be wiped away. Poems about autumn 12

"Dancing Fallen Leaves"

Swish, rustle, the wind is blowing.

Gently, the wind stopped.

We are wonderful fallen leaves.

Quiet winter woods,

We dance happily,

Fly up leisurely,

Slide down freely, < /p>

Turn and turn, turn in circles,

Slowly stop.

In the cold wind,

We danced enthusiastically,

Suddenly - the ground floated into the distance,

Suddenly it stopped,

The layers piled up,

dispersed with a roar.

Riding on the strong wind,

Rushing into the sky,

Giggling, spinning with a smile,

Smiling and swaying Pendulum,

We are wonderful fallen leaves. Poems about autumn 13

Autumn is a great beauty

Autumn is a beauty,

Although I have never seen her appearance,

But I clearly felt,

She was beside me,

She was in front of me.

Look,

The pomegranate is ripe.

The bright red fruits,

are like autumn teeth;

The sweet juice,

reveals the harvest. Smile.

The wind has become cooler.

The cool breeze,

blows the music of autumn;

The falling leaves,

all come for this Music thumbs up.

The maple leaves are red.

The dazzling red maples,

are like autumn dresses;

The dyed forest trees,

are decorated Picturesque country.

The chrysanthemums are blooming.

The lingering petals,

are like the dance of autumn;

The floral fragrance is floating in the air,

Exuding a unique of fragrance.

Wearing maple and chrysanthemum clothes lightly,

Brushing the fragrance of melon and fruit,

The golden leaves fall and the wind blows,

Dressing up for autumn .

Autumn is such a beauty.

She has arrived,

Do you feel it? Poems describing autumn Chapter 14

Autumn love song with plain water rhyme

A gentle breeze fills the house with autumn, and the cold dew on the two rivers adds to the sadness.

The maple leaves in Sanxiang are colorful, and the lotus pods in the four seas are actually purple.

The five miles of yellow sand have no elegance, and the six villages of red soil are full of beauty.

The road of life is full of twists and turns.

Autumn wind dream language and smooth water rhyme

Wandering in the green bamboos with the wind in the quiet night, writing about the melting flow of the frosty sky and the small moon.

Listen to the gossip and enjoy the white jade tower in the south of the Yangtze River.

The begonias on the long road urge you to sleep late, and the osmanthus paintings on the flat mountains are late in the autumn.

I am always worried about the plum forest on the road, and I am eagerly looking forward to the beauty in my dreams.

The new charm of China in the cold rain on autumn nights

The rain hits the banana trees and the night is cold, and the distant mountains and near water feel sad.

The remaining leaves of the plum book look for loneliness, and the bamboo carvings look for the five constants in late autumn.

The subtitle "Magnolia" expresses hatred, and the frosty sky and dawn moon shed tears of hesitation.

A daughter fills thousands of homes, and a man’s tenderness fills every household.

The New Chinese Rhythm of Plum Grove in Autumn

In September, the plum forest is at Yamoxuan, and the colorful red leaves are dying over the river.

The dogwood trees grow old at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, and it’s cold all night in front of the Zhongtai Tower.

The clouds and mist linger in the autumn dream, and the wisteria dances romantically.

Life is windy and rainy, and you are motivated to soar into the blue sea and sky.

A New Chinese Rhythm of Plum Grove in Autumn

In September, the plum forest smells faintly of osmanthus, and the night is as smooth as water and tiles with frost.

A lotus pond is full of laughter, and the chrysanthemums on the ground are in love with phoenixes.

The mountains are far away and the mist is used to express one's ambitions, and the sea's dry rocks and rotten rocks are more beautiful than the colorful clothes.

Cleaning up the Qingmeng Village in Qingmeng Village, and creating a new courtyard in the warm sunshine.

The new charm of the plum forest in the autumn heart

A group of geese are silent and lonely, and the frost on the tiles rustles in the maple forest.

The broken wall whispers to urge the flowers to fall, and the broken rafter sings loudly to complain to Ye Shen.

Sit in the evening and listen to the wind with love, get drunk and watch the moon to absorb the gospel.

The mood of autumn will remain the same next year, and I will send the plum shadow with a cigarette in my mouth to search for it.

Autumn Message with Pingshui Rhyme

In September, I think of the rain moving before my bed, and the white dew in my morning farewell will be blown by the wind.

A cup of soup can store wine for a long time, and a cup of water can make tea for a long time.

Yesterday, Yangguan was always a guest, and the sea and sky were always the same color.

Autumn is the best time to go with the flowing horses and lose their leaves, while the birds are intoxicated by the fragrance of the flowers.